Thursday, April 03, 2008
My brilliant niece was called to Torah as Bat Mitzvah last weekend.
All the relatives, goyische and not, all showed up.
She had two great-aunts and great-uncles named Jack. She has two aunts named Ellen, two aunts named Carol.
But only one has a good ship.
She was brilliant, and magnificent in her torah portion, and in the haftorah as well. Her mother was brilliant for the half-second of blessing that she got through before losing her breath, her voice and her tears. Her father was appropriately amusing.
The party afterwards was a blast, and we were honored to light one of her candles on her cake.
Just to demonstrate what a good patient I am, I offer evidence that I did a Ventavis treatment just after dancing a hora.
To further demonstrate what a good patient I am, I had my annual right heart cath the week before we left, and my pulmonary artery pressure is down by two-thirds what it was at diagnosis! Still nearly twice what it should be, but way, way better than it was a couple of years ago!
We drove to the occasion in the mighty Jaguar. The Cap'n again lusted for it. He cannot have her, however. We navigated home using the kewl little Bluetooth GPS receiver that beams our position into the phone, which then actually gives us oral directions from a lovely feminine voice I've chosen to call Genevieve GPS. The Cap'n argues less with Genevieve's directions than he does mine.
Posted by The Truth at 7:39 PM